what a woman who could have joined the D.A.R. has learned about the socially-constructed, political notion of "race" by just paying attention and NOT keeping her mouth shut...

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Assata Shakur: "To My People" (1973)

After a couple of months of dividing my time between attention to my teaching position and attempts to restore my badly decomposed physical and emotional well-being after trying to do way too much for way too long, I slipped quietly onto my blog site the other day and discovered that -- while I was among the missing -- Why Am I Not Surprised? crossed the line into its second million pageviews. It now stands at 1,034,127 hits in 200 countries. I am grateful that the Universe moved me to take on this task twelve years ago. I am inspired to imagine that there are so many "out there" who share my passion for justice. And I am humbled by your support.

We all share in this remarkable feat because I could write till the cows come home, but if you don't care, there's no point.We are engaged in a daily practice of living our commitment to change the world. Thank you for being a part of my life and letting me be part of yours.

To celebrate this remarkable feat, I'm posting the stirring statement Assata Shakur recorded from jail in 1973. She had been shot, tortured, brutalized, vilified, humiliated, held incommunicado, and finally locked in solitary confinement. Nevertheless, despite the possibility of dire repercussions for such a bold act, she and her lawyer recorded this statement and released it publicly to those who were waiting -- breathlessly -- for a word from one of their most fearless leaders.The day I discovered that you and I had crossed the million mark together, I was listening to Assata's Autobiography while I drove around in my car. Suddenly, I felt so connected to her and to the struggle to overcome White Supremacy, a struggle that has continued since the first European took it into his head that "White" people are superior to everyone else on the planet. Assata Shakur's words are just as powerful, just as true, and just as reasonable as they were 35 years ago. May they burn themselves into our consciousness as we read them over and over that we might honor her ongoing sacrifice and earn our own place in history."To My People"by Assata Shakur (July 4, 1973)

Black brothers, Black sisters, I want you
to know that I love you and I hope that somewhere in your hearts you have love
for me. My name is Assata Shakur (slave name Joanne Chesimard), and I am a
revolutionary. A Black revolutionary. By that I mean that I have declared war
on all forces that have raped our women, castrated our men, and kept our babies
empty-bellied.

I have declared war on the rich who
prosper on our poverty, the politicians who lie to us with smiling faces, and
all the mindless, heartless robots who protect them and their property.

I am a Black revolutionary, and, as such, I
am a victim of all the wrath, hatred, and slander that Amerikkka is capable of.
Like all other Black revolutionaries, Amerikkka is trying to lynch me.

I am a Black revolutionary woman, and
because of this I have been charged with and accused of every alleged crime in
which a woman was believed to have participated. The alleged crimes in which
only men were supposedly involved, I have been accused of planning. They have
plastered pictures alleged to be me in post offices, airports, hotels, police
cars, subways, banks, television, and newspapers. They have offered over fifty
thousand dollars in rewards for my capture and they have issued orders to shoot
on sight and shoot to kill.

I am a Black revolutionary, and, by
definition, that makes me a part of the Black Liberation Army. The pigs have
used their newspapers and TVs to paint the Black Liberation Army as vicious,
brutal, mad-dog criminals. They have called us gangsters and gun molls and have
compared us to such characters as John Dillinger and Ma Barker. It should be
clear, it must be clear to anyone who can think, see, or hear, that we are the
victims. The victims and not the criminals.

It should also be clear to us by now who
the real criminals are. Nixon and his crime partners have murdered hundreds of
Third World brothers and sisters in Vietnam, Cambodia, Mozambique, Angola, and
South Africa. As was proved by Watergate, the top law enforcement officials in
this country are a lying bunch of criminals. The President, two Attorney Generals,
the head of the FBI, the head of the CIA, and half the White House staff have
been implicated in the Watergate crimes.

They call us murderers, but we did not
murder over two hundred fifty unarmed Black men, women, and children, or wound
thousands of others in the riots they provoked during the sixties. The rulers
of this country have always considered their property more important than our
lives. They call us murderers, but we were not responsible for the twenty-eight
brother inmates and nine hostages murdered at Attica. They call us murderers,
but we did not murder and wound over thirty unarmed Black students at Jackson
State – or Southern State either.

They call us murderers, but we did not
murder Martin Luther King, Jr., Emmett Till, Medgar Evers, Malcolm X, George
Jackson, Nat Turner, James Chaney, and countless others. We did not murder, by
shooting in the back, sixteen-year-old Rita Lloyd, eleven-year-old Rickie
Bodden, or ten-year-old Clifford Glover. They call us murderers, but we do not
control or enforce a system of racism and oppression that systematically
murders Black and Third World people. Although Black people supposedly comprise
about fifteen percent of the total Amerikkkan population, at least sixty
percent of murder victims are Black. For every pig that is killed in the
so-called line of duty, there are at least fifty Black people murdered by the
police.

Black life expectancy is much lower than White
and they do their best to kill us before we are even born. We are burned alive
in fire-trap tenements. Our brothers and sisters OD daily from heroin and
methadone. Our babies die from lead poisoning. Millions of Black people have
died as a result of indecent medical care. This is murder. But they have got
the gall to call us murderers.

They call us kidnappers, yet Brother Clark
Squires (who is accused, along with me, of murdering a New Jersey state
trooper) was kidnapped on April 2, 1969, from our Black community and held on
one million dollars' ransom in the New York Panther 21 conspiracy case. He was
acquitted on May 13, 1971, along with all the others, of 156 counts of
conspiracy by a jury that took less than two hours to deliberate. Brother
Squires was innocent. Yet he was kidnapped from his community and family. Over
two years of his life was stolen, but they call us kidnappers. We did not
kidnap the thousands of Brothers and Sisters held captive in Amerikkka's
concentration camps. Ninety percent of the prison population in this country
are Black and Third World people who can afford neither bail nor lawyers.

They call us thieves and bandits. They say
we steal. But it was not we who stole millions of Black people from the
continent of Africa. We were robbed of our language, of our Gods, of our
culture, of our human dignity, of our labor, and of our lives. They call us
thieves, yet it is not we who rip off billions of dollars every year through
tax evasions, illegal price fixing, embezzlement, consumer fraud, bribes,
kickbacks, and swindles. They call us bandits, yet every time most Black people
pick up our paychecks we are being robbed. Every time we walk into a store in
our neighborhood we are being held up. And every time we pay our rent the
landlord sticks a gun into our ribs.

They call us thieves, but we did not rob
and murder millions of Indians by ripping off their homeland, then call
ourselves pioneers. They call us bandits, but it is not we who are robbing
Africa, Asia, and Latin America of their natural resources and freedom while
the people who live there are sick and starving. The rulers of this country and
their flunkies have committed some of the most brutal, vicious crimes in
history. They are the bandits. They are the murderers. And they should be
treated as such. These maniacs are not fit to judge me, Clark, or any other
Black person on trial in Amerikkka. Black people should and, inevitably, must
determine our destinies.

Every revolution in history has been
accomplished by actions, although words are necessary. We must create shields
that protect us and spears that penetrate our enemies. Black people must learn
how to struggle by struggling. We must learn by our mistakes.

I want to apologize to you, my Black
brothers and sisters, for being on the New Jersey turnpike. I should have known
better. The turnpike is a checkpoint where Black people are stopped, searched,
harassed, and assaulted. Revolutionaries must never be in too much of a hurry
or make careless decisions. He who runs when the sun is sleeping will stumble
many times.

Every time a Black Freedom Fighter is
murdered or captured, the pigs try to create the impression that they have
quashed the movement, destroyed our forces, and put down the Black Revolution.
The pigs also try to give the impression that five or ten guerrillas are
responsible for every revolutionary action carried out in Amerikkka. That is
nonsense. That is absurd. Black revolutionaries do not drop from the moon. We
are created by our conditions. Shaped by our oppression. We are being
manufactured in droves in the ghetto streets, places like Attica, San Quentin, Bedford
Hills, Leavenworth, and Sing Sing. They are turning out thousands of us. Many
jobless Black veterans and welfare mothers are joining our ranks. Brothers and
sisters from all walks of life who are tired of suffering passively make up the
BLA.

There is, and always will be, until every
Black man, woman, and child is free, a Black Liberation Army. The main function
of the Black Liberation Army at this time is to create good examples, to
struggle for Black freedom, and to prepare for the future. We must defend
ourselves and let no one disrespect us. We must gain our liberation by any
means necessary.

It is our duty to fight for our freedom.

It is our duty to win.

We must love each other and support each
other.

We have nothing to lose but our chains.

_________________________________________________________Note: I found the text I'm posting at The Talking Drum. We should be eternally grateful for all who make available anything that feeds the revolutionary spirit. And we must protect our access to the internet as our primary tool for change. The accompanying photo is available by courtesy of Democracy Now!

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